Lil di*ky Exclusive Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics

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Look, I like to play it cool like I'm not that
On the low, who’d assume that I got that?
I don’t know but the dude with the tall frappé
Looking all loopy and all that, even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it, though
They be hesitant as if my credit low
But sh*t’ll hit 'em quicker than an edible
I’m ‘bout to run for Senate, ho
You won’t even send a vote
Been on top of cheese, I ain’t talkin' ‘bout oregano
I'm talkin' about yo cheddar, homie
I hit a college, and I’m f*cked like I’m pledgin’ a frat
They 'bout to silhouette my nuts on American flags
Estoy contento, I'm muy estupendo
E’rybody know the cat like a dope meme
I got 'em buzzin’ off the crack like a dope fiend
They saw 'em come up with a Mac, yeah, I'm so Steve
Nowadays b*tches tryin’ crack, got 'em ODin’
How them hoes wanna get it with L?
They know it's cold enough to charge, like a letterman sale
If they gon' stand behind the bars, I'm in federal jail
I'm goin’ far like a general mail
Swear I got the fellas sayin’ "What up?" The tape, what up?
Same ma’f*cker playin’ with his steak cut up
I'm great, shut up, the flowin’, no debate, just us
I'm out of shape, but I'm straight to f*ck
You know, I got a chicken in the condo
I was sick of gettin’ off beat, she a bongo
She playin’ with the hard D: Rondo
Go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow, how I'ma do?
I got your ex comin’ next like a W do
I gotta flex, I'm the best, now I'm bein’ direct
I'm unimpressed by these b*tches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash, like I'm cleanin’ the mess
'Cause they as real when they rap as a Chia's a pet
Old news, stocks plummet, men's leg hair: they ain't cut it
Forget about your era: Pat Summitt
Best writtens, I’m tryna get a hundred b*tches
To f*ck with the spittin’ religious like a couple of post-marital Christians
Been official, di*k Bevetta a livin’
Better dig it like you b*tches got a mil' in a ditch
And I'm killin’ this sh*t, I been kickin’ like a villainous ninja
Grippin’ when I run it, how the f*ck I be slippin’?
I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed
Take chick, pee, and smash, I call her hummus
And I be funny with this sh*t, I'm just playin’
Still nobody f*ckin’ with the kid, I'm just sayin’, ah
Got a chicken parm on a date, it seem
But I don't even know the broad, she just gratin’ the cheese
I don't even got a job, I just blaze and free
But still they give the boy bands: 98 Degrees
So come f*ck with me
Got a couple hundred b*tches doin’ drugs with me
And I got a couple dozen b*tches tryna hug di*ky
And I got a couple b*tches who be steady f*ckin’ me
Hey, that's a good ass life
Only thing I got left, find a good ass wife
But, yo, I gotta hit these hoes first, don't tell Mom
In a year I'ma bend over Michelle Obama
I gotta do it while I'm hot
Tryna get blew (blue) in most states, like Barack
I'm tryna show a boo the last name of the Rock
And put her on D till we O, J Watt
I never hit the scene, when I do, I'm high and wasted
I'm f*ckin’ with them jeans, love them b*tches high-waisted
I run around your team, you a player, but I'm Naismith
I Command V, while you copy, I just paste it, face it
Hotel got 'em puffing on the L
Goin’ harder than some hail, you ain't knew it
If everybody had to tell the truth, and you had to pick a dude
Spittin’ better than your dude, can't do it, Sway talk to ‘em